This song was produced by Tim Powles at spcejunk studios in Glebe Www.Spacejunk.biz . This is a track from the album "shifting sands of a blue car" the whole album is free to download at www.jamyoung.net I have canceled my membership with APRA the collection society in Australia. I shall not join another. When I opted out of APRA I got 100 percent of my rights back for my material. A letter shall be published on my site soon. Lyrics for the song. complicate liberate confused by the call into the forest where the angles waking like the birds in the trees i only wish we could catch the first plane out of here keep on drivin keep on drivin little roadmaps on the moon the stars are ufos all eyes neon globes everything is watching him hes the centre of the dream the birds are talking to him hay he just worked out telepathy into the stars back through the sun top of the hill where the angles fly into the sun back through the stars top of the hill where the angles fly terminate the terminal we all live so we can fly that true destination wheres the ticket anyhow take drugs climb that hill see the world a different point of view burn the future burn the past fall into the abyss of that ugly mask keep on calling keep on calling little roadmaps on the moon

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